These walls, sometimes they are my fortress and at others they are my prison.
One day I feel their protection and the next I feel trapped.
They protect me from the world outside. The world where babies don't die. That world I do not belong to.
But at the same time they keep me trapped in this world. This world of dead babies. Away from the world where babies don't die and where there is hope.
Protected and trapped. My fortress. My prison.
My journey of mothering my sweet boy that I hold in my heart, but not in my arms.
Thinking of you. An extra prayer will be said for you tonight. <3
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